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Extremely powerful always-dominant hypnotist getting turned into a cock-sucking pet by some perverted dumbass that picked up a pocket watch from the very first time, successfully making the intimidating "better" top drop down to his knees and worship him nigh-instantly... 🧡

Beerus

"Buhhhhh. Yoo's supuh smawty Tia." I babble around my whole paw now, clearly not fully understanding what you were saying, my comfy, mushy diaper clearly helping ease me into a further hatchling-minded mindset.

I recall accurately, VERY pleased with my attempt to talk to the AR Wizard.

"I towd da AR Wizawd dat we wewe supuh sowwy an wan'ed tuh be big boys again an hab aww uh ow big draggy magics back. An' den he said dat 'Hatchlings don't usually HAVE magic and instead poop their diapers' an den his eyes got supuh dupuh swiwy an cowofuw. An' den I poopied my diapee! Hehe."

Sarah the Dino being transformed into a goose mom while Wojtek is being transformed into a baby goose. Sarah is wearing a shirt with "Mama Bird" written on it, in her hand a Birth Certificate with a crossed out 2002 and next to it 2021 is written. Next to Sarah a sign saying "Sarah the (crossed out Dino) Goose, Age (crossed out 24) 45" Wojtek is wearing a diaper with "Pretty Bird" written on it. A sign next to him saying "Wojtek the Goose, Age (crossed out 23) 4". The background of the image has a PC and a desk that's being transformed into a box of toys. The carpet is turning into a carpet with roads and houses. Sarah says "Hey sweetie, mommy is going on a date. Babysitter should be here in 2 minutes~". Wojtek replies "Mo- Sarah, wh-what did you do? Turn me back now!". To which Sarah responds "Ah, I just "corrected" your birth cert, it said you're 23 but you obviously are 4. I carried you for 10 months, I should know~ Let your mommy get a date or two first, maybe we'll get you that brother you always wanted? And then we'll see if your certificate needs another revision..."

#Octransfur 2025 4 - Four

CW: Age Progression/Regression

Sarah, desperate for a date, decided to use some magic to make herself a mom. When she opened her dating profiles, she noticed dozens of people interested in her profile because of being a "single bird mom".

#GooslyArt #Transformation

And as the AR Wizard closes his door, I begin to waddle back to you with a sagging diaper, now having to put much more effort into my steps given my stature, and likely age, drop.

Though with time, I finally make it back to you a drooly, giggly smile wrapped around my thumb.

You can clearly see my diaper bulge out, filling with hatchy muck, my first mess after being gotten the better of by the dragon in front of me. And then you can see me stand up, an obvious couple of inches having being taken off of my height in my pushing.

You can see the AR Wizard crouch down in front of me, his smirk maintaining...and me crouch down in kind, my eyes locked with the dragon's own swirly ones. You can see my fists clenched, my muzzle still wrapped around a thumb. My tail is clearly raised as well, giving no question to what I was doing

You can immediately see my thumb shoot to my maw, clearly stressed. Though you can also see my muzzle moving, words being exchanged as you see the dragon's muzzle curl into an amused smile.

"O-okay, Tia..." I oblige, waddling over quite wide-gaitedly toward the door, a subtle squelch of my pamper present with my steps as I reach the AR Wizard's door and knock before waiting a few seconds and knocking again, only for the door to be opened by a rather robust red and black dragon.

"IS DAT DUH WIZAWD'S TOWUH?! DAT'S SUPUH BIG AN' COOW!" I marvel at the size of the limestone homestead.

"Hehe. Danks fow da hangy toys! Yoo even made den intuh wizawd hats an' books! Dey'we weawy fun!" I say around my fingers, not having noticed the saturation that my diaper has become inflicted with again, even going unnoticed as I look past the hanging toys and see...

Not the big, brilliant, stalwart Dragon King waddling out in a swaying, sagging, stinky pamper onto his balcony above the group of gathered dragon aristocrats, politicians, war generals, and elders and decreeing that "all dragons hafta make mushies in their hatchypants!"

The bobbing and rockiness of the stroller puts my nerves at ease, almost making me comfortable in the scenario, leading me to probe my maw with a couple of fingers.

"S-so whewe WAS da wast pwace da A-AW Wizawd was seen?" I inquire past my drooly digits.

I look back at the drooly tots and babies that my guild has been turned to before waving a paw.

"B-bye guys... we'w be back tuh make yoo aww big kids again..." I promise as Drelnock and myself are carted out of the door and into the open air and grassy floor of nature.

At least she's still getting paid... hopefully...

Regressed rescue teams waddling out of the Nursery Dungeon in onesies of their final evolution, the big, poofy diapers around their hips bulking out the waist of their comfortable new attire.

Seems like they'll have to spend some time back at the low-level dungeons again~

More of a weird one, Be warned!

Bad end scenario where after not laughing at a travelling circus, They drag them back to one of the tents and transform them into a humiliating clown creature and lose control of themselves.

A man turning into Figment the dragon, wearing a big wet and messy diaper, rubbing his erection through his diaper.

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#furry #furryart #ABDL #diaper #messing #wetting #scat #watersports #diaperlover #figment #dragon #transformation #erectionindiaper

"D-dank yoo, Miss. Tia. Yoo dun haffta tawk to da A-AW Wizawd doe. I'ww jus teww him how sowwy I am fow twyin' tuh fight him an beg tuh make me an' Dwelnock bigs boys again wit aww uh ouw big dwagon smawties." I console you as you place me and my guildmaster into the stroller.

Of course, once you are a big powerful dragon, you gotta get a lair and a horde.
I know a guy (who I turned into a kobold servant)...

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Sometimes all you need to go dragon is a bit of cursed dragon breath in your face.
It's good for ya!

Team Star-fox should consider the whole 'being turned into diapers and used then shoved in a pail' as a team building exercise. 

Or not. 

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Digiworld dungeons typically are full of traps. Kan-Imp's idea of a trap is a bit more...specific.
And you might be stuck there awhile...
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"Yoo dun even hafta see him! Yoo can jus' put me down an hide in da bushes whiwe I tawk tuh him about gibben me my smawties an age back!" I reason, realizing you're teetering MUCH closer to the edge of just leaving me and Drelnock here with the rest of the babified guildmembers.

"Hmph... my mind NAH gonna muddwe up! An he's nawt gonna 'tange us back if we send uh wettew! He's jus' gonna put it on his waww as uh twophy ow' some'ting! I gotta tawk tuh him in pewson an teww him I'm WEAWY sowwy!" I explain, sitting up on the changing table with an embarrassing load of effort.

Dragons are the BEST, most SUITABLE candidates for babysitters! ESPECIALLY when the goal is having the babysitter tot-sized, giggling, and bouncing in the jumper with a load in their crinkly seat by the end of the night while the charge looks on, now adult-aged, giving a call to the hatchy's mom

The crafty fennec mage, Lycklig about to blast their foxy rival with an AR blast sure to send them all the way back to breastfeeding, only to... have the vulpine rival flick up a reflect spell, sending the winged, majestic fennec sobbing back to mushy pampers, all of their smarts packed away.

Baby boys who have already been regressed into diapers and babyhood 24/7 who seem to be reaching out a hand to you to help pull them up, only to realize they're pulling you down into the same regressed lifestyle and by the time you realize, it's too late...